The First Light

A story for spring.
On what light makes possible.

You stopped in front of the painting—
Peter and John running
into the first light of morning.

Their faces—
all wonder—
caught something in you.

You know that feeling—
hope arriving before proof,
faith running ahead of sight.

And maybe that’s why you stood there—
to remember
that some mornings
are worth believing
before you understand them.